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Night
Walking on toes
little by little
floating midair
almost not touching
the wooden floor
that cracks with every step,
I see the moon
cast its silver rays
lighting every dull
and empty corner of this room.
The silence
is deafening
I could almost hear
every sound of my heartbeat
booming loud and clear.
The world outside is asleep
and swallowed by emptiness
as if it halted for an instant,
an unfamiliar episode
I have longed for years.
Streets are emptied,
blankets are tucked,
and lullabies are hummed.
It is when silence succumbs,
it is when the world is hushed,
that I can truly hear myself.
A Tinge of Bliss
About @reewritesthings:
Ree is a twenty-two-year-old Cebuana who lives in the Pearl of the Orient Seas. She spends most of her free time having her head buried in a book, watching movies, learning modern calligraphy and writing poems. Also, a lover of science and engineering.
I love this poem and all your works @reewritesthings. I curated you here: https://steemit.com/curation/@rensoul17/speak-to-me-in-poetry-a-steemit-curation
Thank you so much ren!
I love this so much!
Keep it up @Reewritesthings!!!
Thank you!
Serene 🌠
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